It’s almost 3:00 a.m. and
It's almost 3:00 a.m. and I just got not one, but two phone calls from AT&T about network outages that may effect our Internet POP at work. I am OFF bizatches... I don't need this hoo-ha. Mike called at 6:00. There was some bad joo-joo that caused a drinking spree and for some reason they thought of me. I showed and glowed but was soon doed. Danielle was there and in high spirits, Sean. Erica picked me up for The Big Easy. It was good and it was sleazy, but the dancers were so very very. JC showed up later with a few friends that stayed far, far away. Bill and company showed soon before Erica left. Her departure predicated mine and I ended up going to see Harry and Eric. Harry and I ran like hell to Whataburger in the wee hours of the morning and I swallowed a mouthful of crap and found myself writing this... lucky you.
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